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About Montpellier

But yo, modern escorts? Pissed me off once! Hired one for a gig—guy was late, smelled like cheap whiskey. Wanted to yeet him out a window, I did! “When you’re lost in the dark,” like the movie says, trust’s gotta hold. This fool? Broke it, he did. Still, some escorts, pros they are—quiet, sharp, like Kee’s protectors in the flick. Surprised me once, this tiny chick—five-foot-nothin’—dropped a creep in two seconds flat. Laughed my ass off, “Faith is a gift,” she said, quotin’ Cuarón’s vibe.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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